Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nation of Ulysses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.